The Coffeeshop expedition

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Change. The only constant.(TM p.gan)

I've been meaning to fix up the template for ages already. It looked awful in my opinion. Ay least now it isn't such an eyesore I guess. Or it could be worse. But i like this one, and the blog needed a facelift anyway. so here we are.

Just been back from a 4day trip to kelantan. You could say I was in a minor culture shock fir the time that I was there. I wanted to blog about it, but I had bigger things in mind. I wrote up a script for a 3 page comic while I was there. I thought of posting up what I wrote here, but decided against it. It is after all, an instrument to dispel the magic of the final 3 pages that(I hope) will be finished by the end of the week. The first page's draft and layout sketch is mostly done... don't think I'll post again till I have the full thing.

SO there we go. A little hiatus... but for a good reason. I hope what I come up with at the end of the week is worthy of my expectations. hehe.

jw out.

17/6/06

Practicality needs to be much, much more prevalent in our lives.

macbook pro.

feels weird. blogging on a mac. I have to say, 1st time owning a mac, it feels pretty darn slick, alot better than what i initially expected it to be.

as i was driving home from kl today, i thought about what to blog about, upon realizing that i really had quite some things to say, but are all unrelated and disjointed, i decided that i would draw up a few stupid pictures, accompany them with some horrible handwriting, and post them up here.

damn this is fun.

so there kat, new comic like you wanted.:P

Graduating

Should I feel proud? Should I be prideful? Yesterday I was the last one to be called up to receive the certificate for completion of training. Janet said she would save the best for last. I went up, I never did knew how to handle this sort of situation. When Janet asked for acknowledgment only CJ stood up, considering everyone else got at least 2, I think it was fair for me to be a little paranoid.

Then Peter came around, I talked to him and he told me I aced it. Apparently being called in last means you got the best grades or got the best marks or comments or something. I don't know. I honestly want to believe that everybody's takeout form this training was different. Everybody's experiences are unique, but being bestowed upon an honor like that... made me feel proud.

Sometimes I don't know how to keep little critters down and steady. They just jump up. Like they infiltrated the outside world without me knowing or some thing or other. Guess I couldn't hide it too well.

Wrote something yesterday morning before graduation.... wanted to post it up but the internet connection failed. Lost that post forever... I think it was something about anticipation or something. Didn't think it was that important. The post that never was. GJ tmnet.

Also, yesterday night I realized how utterly immature and childish and .... what's the word? ....... ahh.... Un-sensitive some of my words and actions were. I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to Peter... I know that if he doesn't read this all will be in vain... but I'm too chicken I guess to say it out loud or proclaim it like a doomsday naysayer on the street. But I apologize for anything that I might have said yesterday that offended you, in any way possible.... because I can't help but feeling that I did, as I was lying on my bed looking sideways to the walls and thinking back on the night.

I think I'll copy and paste this to your blog... Just in case you don't see this.

But I'm Sorry.

eyes and pieces.

Thinking back now, I find emotions to be weird things. It's like there's a these little gremlins and squishy things that live inside of us, and most of the time we want to keep them down, keep them hidden, because more often than not letting these little buggers come out will compromise a lot of things that we try to do.

But pressure builds up and eventually they'll have to come out.

My little critters pushed themselves to come out a few days ago.

They came. hard.

and I suppose I was knocked off my feet.

I couldn't speak, couldn't move, all I did was sit there, fluids flowing out of my nose and eyes. Making sounds I haven't made for a long time. Inside me, the earth shook and typhoons blew as the mountains i built with uneven stones came crashing down, destroying everything in it's wake, paving the land for a better, fresher, plan for not just mountains, but ...... well it's banjaran in malay, i'll need a few minutes to find out what the word is in english.( All I found was mountain range, I'm sure there's a better word for it, wish someone would let me know :P) But basically it's alot and alot of hills and valleys and mountains and peaks and maybe even slip in a grand canyon or two.


I feel a little better now, thanks to that. I'm just now picking up the first pieces of what I believe will be a construction of magnificent proportions.

It's amazing how powerful these things can be.